Don’t you just love relaxing Sunday’s?
I stayed in bed until 9, had a slow brunch, wrote a poem and this blog, read other fave blogs on here and now I plan to be absorbed in the Lucinda Riley novel I bought yesterday. Bliss.
Hmm, I might have to squeeze chocolate in to my day too…oh, the hardship.
Tomorrow I shall be a diligent and hopefully inspired writer, refreshed and ready to write like a ninja about the aristocracy.
Now all I have to do is persuade my O.C.D. brain to chillax with me:-)
I hope you like this acrostic poem.
History of self is meticulously written each day
Indelible marks etched on a heart in myriad ways
Sometimes mercy dealt or received, whatever the cost
Tortured soul, a once consuming love discarded or lost
Ordinary to astounding, questioning reality and dream
Reminders of you, good or bad, what might have been
You are the keeper of your past by others unseen.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
Posted on February 15, 2015, in Books, inspiration, Novel, O.C.D, poems, Poetry, reading and tagged acrostic poem, book, creativity, enjoy life, freelance writer, O.C.D., OCD, words. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.